-NinjaMic-
11-18-2002, 03:22 AM
Just the shit from the cypher that turned into a battle... -
Originally posted haydude
yo guy, lets put this 4 verse battle in mine fields
and get some votes for who wins, k?
NinjaMic
it's fair to assume... you think that battlin' me is fair ~
until I make atmospheric contact and my rap depletes the air//
I leave you bare... strip your skin to the bones
you fools can't understand me even in the most simple of tones
i'm in the zone, on some shit - now if that ain't the truth
...'cause the closest I've been to gay... was battlin' you
I'm like "Hey Dude" 'cause on that `old Nick`... I'm a Weapon
my competition Zero,,, the Double U Zee, bitch - no question ~
~ no stressin'//my fluid expression...
is blessed with luminescence, all ya body fluids lessen
when I take it to the essence, the only cat who can flow that
is me, I keep your genesis in my palms... like a Nomad
haydude
little ninja, the only way u makin "atmospheric contact" is if im sendin u there/
my rhymes swallow up ur air, pop ur head and leave u gaspin for one last prayer/
well, think of me as the answer-but i have a hurtful affect/
lucky for u, ur battlin aint "stressin" the truth, cuz u far from perfect/
if skill is in the centre of the earth-then u r at the edge of the universe/
and ur shit keeps gettin worse, cuz u only know one way to converse/
ur rhymes r gettin sloppy, no one can read them-the flows choppy/
quit-tryin-to-copy--shits-so-floppy, sounds like u need a new fuckin hobbie/
let me teach yo ninja ass some karate/
i go "Hi-Ya" over your body and u begin to see what i embody/
my linguistical fluids drip over your eyes to blind you/
u think ur competition is zero, u cant see me-im standin behind you/
well, just turn the fuck around/
that "double U see" is cuz ur on the ground/
NinjaMic
son, don't fuck around ~ 'cause I couldn't touch the ground
if I was riced with a body kit... and I dropped it down
yo, I gots to clown//...and give you severe Coulrophobia
just look at you... you view the pride parade as the new Utopia
metaphorically over ya - something your style just-isn't up to
I don't know what you call that shit... but it wasn't rebuttal
I'm Nothin' but Trouble, like that first movie Pac was in...
my finishin move split you in two - like the flags of Yugoslovians
I don't consider it a hobby to BOMB you like Afghanistan
...and how am I seein' double?//'cause ALL I see is a half-a-man
for real, kid, you shouldn't even speak on copycats
that was semi-weak... forget half - that shit is quasi-ass
put you to a polygraph, it's just the truth of who's better
dissin' you has got me gassed... like Jews and goose steppers
most assuredly, I'll put it in versus mode - just you and me//
the flow is certainly perfect... consider my verse your eulogy
haydude
fortunately ur rhymes r like home made bombs-their easy to diffuse/
ur verse sounds like its from a home-eulogy kit-find somethin better to use/
u say ur nothin but trouble-but maybe ur just nothin at all/
im double trouble-even durin my funeral, ill stand-up with rebuttal/
u may think ur metaphorically higher-ur floatin like a butterfly/
i could litterally kill u with my hands-wash u on low and hand-dry/
the polygraph results came back all the way from america/
pac and everyone said ur copyin us like mother fuckin canada/
infact, u copy so much, u tried to pass off a midget's autobiography as ur own/
im only half-a-man, but im double u and i aint even fully grown/
just u and me? not a chance-not even if u say pretty please/
u fuckin fagget, no wonder ur so small-ur always on ur knees/
it reminds u of ur preppy childhood-u kept gettin looks/
let me explain-there aint no such thing as half way crooks/
NinjaMic
Nah, I ain't feelin' that, I'm just... too rough to touch -
the Shook Ones line got flipped in 8 Mile... but you fucked it up
if I float like a butterfly... that means I sting like a bee...
like Mohammad Ali, just remember that you said it... not me
no apologies/neeeded 'cause ain't a single word affect me
just try not to quote me... if you can't flip my verse correctly
I mean seriously... kids like you should-be patrollin' malls
son... don't come back until you've "fully grown" some balls
//yeah I DID get all the looks... it's a genetic resemblance ~
to God by direct descent & inheritance of kinetic assemblance
...which in metaphorical senses... is a theory on creation//
I'm both cause and events - I lead to your very insemination
bet you got "double trouble" wonderin' what I'm touchin' on
basically all that means, son... is-that-I fucked your mom
what the fuck you on?//...that was mad inconsistent
'cause as far as set up lines... your punches have no assistance
haydude
u aint feelin that, cuz u aint got no feelin left-u numb/
sorry genius, i dont need assistance-one punch and now u dumb/
u mean u sting like a "bumble bee"-like u think ur a ringer/
u try and immitate what were doin, but u aint got no stinger/
u may look like God-but im constructed exactly like him, but a man/
on the outside u similar, but where it counts-its obvious u werent apart of his plan/
the man gave me all his power and renamed me jesus/
he wanted to help u too, but he didnt have enough credit on his visas/
so, ur the "cause" of all this poverty and sickness/
well im the "effect" of it all-the reason u got a weakness/
keep ur day job, cuz i just flipped u, like u flip burgers for a livin/
ur gettin beat so bad, karate-kid's turnin in his grave while im spittin/
but whatever, im done-this shit that i said's all been written/
i dont mean to be conflictin-im just punishin u for startin/
so here's some "food for thought" and sure-i need votes too/
ur safe now, but soon u ull get stopped by "patrol"-then ill fuck u all the way through/
Originally posted haydude
yo guy, lets put this 4 verse battle in mine fields
and get some votes for who wins, k?
NinjaMic
it's fair to assume... you think that battlin' me is fair ~
until I make atmospheric contact and my rap depletes the air//
I leave you bare... strip your skin to the bones
you fools can't understand me even in the most simple of tones
i'm in the zone, on some shit - now if that ain't the truth
...'cause the closest I've been to gay... was battlin' you
I'm like "Hey Dude" 'cause on that `old Nick`... I'm a Weapon
my competition Zero,,, the Double U Zee, bitch - no question ~
~ no stressin'//my fluid expression...
is blessed with luminescence, all ya body fluids lessen
when I take it to the essence, the only cat who can flow that
is me, I keep your genesis in my palms... like a Nomad
haydude
little ninja, the only way u makin "atmospheric contact" is if im sendin u there/
my rhymes swallow up ur air, pop ur head and leave u gaspin for one last prayer/
well, think of me as the answer-but i have a hurtful affect/
lucky for u, ur battlin aint "stressin" the truth, cuz u far from perfect/
if skill is in the centre of the earth-then u r at the edge of the universe/
and ur shit keeps gettin worse, cuz u only know one way to converse/
ur rhymes r gettin sloppy, no one can read them-the flows choppy/
quit-tryin-to-copy--shits-so-floppy, sounds like u need a new fuckin hobbie/
let me teach yo ninja ass some karate/
i go "Hi-Ya" over your body and u begin to see what i embody/
my linguistical fluids drip over your eyes to blind you/
u think ur competition is zero, u cant see me-im standin behind you/
well, just turn the fuck around/
that "double U see" is cuz ur on the ground/
NinjaMic
son, don't fuck around ~ 'cause I couldn't touch the ground
if I was riced with a body kit... and I dropped it down
yo, I gots to clown//...and give you severe Coulrophobia
just look at you... you view the pride parade as the new Utopia
metaphorically over ya - something your style just-isn't up to
I don't know what you call that shit... but it wasn't rebuttal
I'm Nothin' but Trouble, like that first movie Pac was in...
my finishin move split you in two - like the flags of Yugoslovians
I don't consider it a hobby to BOMB you like Afghanistan
...and how am I seein' double?//'cause ALL I see is a half-a-man
for real, kid, you shouldn't even speak on copycats
that was semi-weak... forget half - that shit is quasi-ass
put you to a polygraph, it's just the truth of who's better
dissin' you has got me gassed... like Jews and goose steppers
most assuredly, I'll put it in versus mode - just you and me//
the flow is certainly perfect... consider my verse your eulogy
haydude
fortunately ur rhymes r like home made bombs-their easy to diffuse/
ur verse sounds like its from a home-eulogy kit-find somethin better to use/
u say ur nothin but trouble-but maybe ur just nothin at all/
im double trouble-even durin my funeral, ill stand-up with rebuttal/
u may think ur metaphorically higher-ur floatin like a butterfly/
i could litterally kill u with my hands-wash u on low and hand-dry/
the polygraph results came back all the way from america/
pac and everyone said ur copyin us like mother fuckin canada/
infact, u copy so much, u tried to pass off a midget's autobiography as ur own/
im only half-a-man, but im double u and i aint even fully grown/
just u and me? not a chance-not even if u say pretty please/
u fuckin fagget, no wonder ur so small-ur always on ur knees/
it reminds u of ur preppy childhood-u kept gettin looks/
let me explain-there aint no such thing as half way crooks/
NinjaMic
Nah, I ain't feelin' that, I'm just... too rough to touch -
the Shook Ones line got flipped in 8 Mile... but you fucked it up
if I float like a butterfly... that means I sting like a bee...
like Mohammad Ali, just remember that you said it... not me
no apologies/neeeded 'cause ain't a single word affect me
just try not to quote me... if you can't flip my verse correctly
I mean seriously... kids like you should-be patrollin' malls
son... don't come back until you've "fully grown" some balls
//yeah I DID get all the looks... it's a genetic resemblance ~
to God by direct descent & inheritance of kinetic assemblance
...which in metaphorical senses... is a theory on creation//
I'm both cause and events - I lead to your very insemination
bet you got "double trouble" wonderin' what I'm touchin' on
basically all that means, son... is-that-I fucked your mom
what the fuck you on?//...that was mad inconsistent
'cause as far as set up lines... your punches have no assistance
haydude
u aint feelin that, cuz u aint got no feelin left-u numb/
sorry genius, i dont need assistance-one punch and now u dumb/
u mean u sting like a "bumble bee"-like u think ur a ringer/
u try and immitate what were doin, but u aint got no stinger/
u may look like God-but im constructed exactly like him, but a man/
on the outside u similar, but where it counts-its obvious u werent apart of his plan/
the man gave me all his power and renamed me jesus/
he wanted to help u too, but he didnt have enough credit on his visas/
so, ur the "cause" of all this poverty and sickness/
well im the "effect" of it all-the reason u got a weakness/
keep ur day job, cuz i just flipped u, like u flip burgers for a livin/
ur gettin beat so bad, karate-kid's turnin in his grave while im spittin/
but whatever, im done-this shit that i said's all been written/
i dont mean to be conflictin-im just punishin u for startin/
so here's some "food for thought" and sure-i need votes too/
ur safe now, but soon u ull get stopped by "patrol"-then ill fuck u all the way through/